Inside the work-study dormitory, Tang Chuan (the reincarnated God-King Tang San) was currently displaying overwhelming dominance—slaying gods if they stood in his way, crushing Buddhas if they blocked his path.
Relying on his Blue Silver King martial spirit, he completely suppressed these low-level work-study students, grinding them into the ground without mercy.
The brutality was so excessive that even Tang San, who was still limping, found it hard to watch.
"Brother Chuan… we're all classmates now. Isn't this a bit too much?"
Hearing Tang San's words, a trace of pride appeared in Tang Chuan's eyes.
Back then, he truly had been ignorant.
In the God Realm, he had already realized one fundamental truth—
Only those with the biggest fists had the right to speak.
If the Tang San in front of him wasn't his former self, he would've beaten him as well.
"Xiao San, there are some truths you'll understand in the future. Rules are made by the strong… and only the strong can ignore them!"
As he spoke, Tang Chuan turned his gaze toward the group of work-study students he had just beaten.
Every single one of them looked at him with fear, their eyes avoiding his.
And that was exactly the effect he wanted.
He wanted them to be afraid.
He wanted them to understand who the real boss was.
That way, when Xiao Wu arrived, he could hand over the position of boss to her—
Wouldn't her favorability skyrocket?
Thinking of this, Tang Chuan's grin became impossible to suppress. He could already imagine his future life, surrounded by beauties on both sides.
Click.
The door of the work-study dormitory was gently pushed open.
Tang Chuan instantly turned toward the entrance with excitement, but what he saw was only a girl who resembled Xiao Wu by eighty to ninety percent—not the Xiao Wu he longed for.
"Brother Fu Ye, is this the work-study dormitory? Boys and girls all live together?"
Xiao Wu looked completely disgusted at the dorm conditions.
Meanwhile, "Beautiful Prince" also frowned.
She was a girl—no matter how she thought about it, there was no way she could share a room with so many boys.
At this moment, Tang Chuan stood in the center of the room with a lewd expression, his foot stepping on a student's head. The surroundings looked as if they had been bombarded—completely chaotic.
"Beautiful Prince" thought that if it came to sleeping here at night, she would rather walk a longer distance back home.
Xiao Wu walked up to Fu Ye and tugged at his hand.
"Brother Fu Ye, let's bring Wu Ling to our place. Don't we still have a few empty rooms?"
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed in Fu Ye's eyes.
But Tang Chuan was completely stunned.
She's Wu Ling? Then where is my Xiao Wu? My future three hundred-thousand-year… my future wife?!
"Alright. Since you're my Xiao Wu little sister, I'll do as you wish."
Fu Ye gently rubbed her head in a doting manner.
Hearing his words, Wu Ling looked at him with gratitude.
"Hehe, thank you, Brother Fu Ye! Brother Fu Ye is the best!"
Just like when Fu Ye used to feed her carrots, Xiao Wu rubbed her cheek against his chest.
This entire scene—and every word they said—was clearly heard by Tang Chuan.
"Big Brother Fu Ye, thank you!"
"Beautiful Prince" bowed again toward Fu Ye.
Fu Ye simply nodded and gently patted her head.
"It's nothing. I still have a few empty rooms over there. You can stay without worry."
After hearing his response, Xiao Wu stood on her tiptoes and gave Fu Ye a quick kiss on the cheek.
This scene made all the work-study students lying on the ground burn with envy.
Wu Ling also couldn't help but think that Fu Ye and Xiao Wu were truly a match made in heaven—handsome, kind, and perfectly suited for each other.
"Impossible! No! I don't agree!"
At that moment, an extremely furious voice rang out.
Fu Ye turned his head toward the source of the voice.
Wu Ling also looked toward the boy who had shouted.
He was thin, with a slightly yellow complexion from malnutrition. His hair was cut short for convenience, and his eyes were sunken, showing signs of fatigue. His gaze was fierce—clearly not someone easy to deal with.
"This classmate, do you have a problem?"
The more anxious the other party was, the calmer Fu Ye became.
He enjoyed watching dogs stand on a wall, wanting to jump down but not daring to.
At this moment, Tang Chuan was also panicking.
He had indeed spoken impulsively just now.
But he was a God-King—there was no way he would apologize to a mortal whose strength was, at most, that of a Soul King!
"That girl is one of our work-study students. I'm the boss here. And your identities are unclear. If you want to take her away, you'll have to get past me first!"
In one sentence, he placed himself at the moral high ground.
But Fu Ye had no intention of indulging him.
Anyone who dared oppose him—aside from that disgusting Yu Xiaogang—had already been tortured to death.
"Get past you? Heh. I hate being threatened the most. Consider this a lesson."
As Fu Ye spoke, a nine-colored jade box instantly appeared beside his right hand.
Click.
The jade box opened slightly.
"Water Cold."
As Fu Ye murmured, a longsword wrapped in extreme ice burst out from the jade box.
Whoosh!
The frost-like blade flashed with a cold light inside the dim dormitory.
At this moment, Tang Chuan felt his mind go blank.
Ultimate ice!
This person's martial spirit was actually ultimate ice!
No—if he got hit, he would die!
Buzz!!
The icy sword stopped just 0.001 meters from Tang Chuan's forehead.
His thoughts seemed frozen, but the sword's humming forcibly pulled him back to reality.
Thud!
The reincarnated God-King Tang San fell to his knees without hesitation.
His legs trembled uncontrollably.
"Tang Chuan, I won't comment too much on your behavior. But Xiao Wu and I will be your teachers for the next six years. I hope you cooperate with our work."
After saying this, Fu Ye shifted his gaze to Tang San of this life.
For some reason, compared to the reincarnated God-King, this Tang San—aside from occasionally declaring others 'deserving of death'—was far more reasonable.
"I also hope you stop using those little tricks. Otherwise, as your teacher, I have the authority to expel you."
After witnessing Fu Ye's strength, how could Tang San dare to argue?
After all, what had happened earlier could barely be considered a "misunderstanding."
Moreover, he hadn't sensed any killing intent from Fu Ye's attack, which meant the other party was simply establishing authority.
Combined with the fact that Fu Ye claimed to be their teacher, this situation didn't constitute a reason for death.
And besides, it was his brother who had spoken out of line first.
After thinking it through, Tang San nodded.
"Yes, teacher!"
But Tang Chuan was completely dumbfounded.
What do you mean yes, teacher?!
He clearly has the intent to kill! Hurry up and use hidden weapons to kill him!
Tang San: When others are stronger, I endure. When I become stronger, I strike back with full force. This is strategy. This is wisdom.